Wynd Temptress Part 9

Chapter Ten.

Adam was stretched out along the chaise lounge talking to Shannon Reidel when Jezermiah finally came out to join him. The virginal white sundress he gave her clung to her curves like water. Why had he chosen that dress? He must have some m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic tendency of which he was unaware.

And it was just his luck that she refused to wear Jenna's panties, because he had finally made some headway getting his erection under control and now he was not going to be able to get out of his mind that she was naked beneath.

He could tell she was still in her little snit about his relationship with Jenna. Good. If she hadn't closed off her psychic abilities all these years, she'd know they were destined for each other.

It was killing him not to join with her. His loins ached with a need far greater than s.e.xual. Although that was killing him, too.

She eyed him warily as she slid onto the lounge beside him. He ignored her while he spoke to Shannon, telling her that Jezermiah had no connection with the New Continental Council of renegade psychics.

"So, you've found she's no danger to the government at all?" Shannon asked.

"No, she's a royal pain in the a.s.s, but we can't keep her on our watch list for that reason."

Shannon chuckled. "She sounds interesting."

Jezermiah was scowling at him and craning her neck, trying to see Shannon's face on the tiny screen.

"Right," he said into the cellufile, adjusting his earpiece so he was sure Jezermiah couldn't pick up anything. "Tell Jenna I'll talk to her about it soon."

"Jenna?" Shannon asked. "What are you talking about?"

Jezermiah's eyes burned into him.

He wondered what it would take to get her really riled. He turned away from her, onto his side, and concentrated on the call. "As soon as you give me the word, I'll be back," he told Shannon.

"That's not necessary, Adam. You can leave whenever you're ready. The Agency is grateful for the time you've given us."

"Right. I'm ready to leave now, but I'll wait until you give me the okay."

Shannon chuckled.

"Agh! What the-" He was drenched from his chest down to his feet and Jezermiah was standing before him with an empty bucket. "I'll call you back, Shannon." Luckily his communication devices were waterproof. He snapped his case shut. "What was that for?"

"Everything!" She flung the bucket down. "You drug me, kidnap me, accuse me of the most heinous acts, then ravish me and now you're leaving?"

He hid his pleasure at hearing that he had gone from raping her to ravishing her. He lifted a shoulder. "What do you want from me?"

"What do I want?" She balled her fists. "What do I want? I'll tell you what I want." She took a breath. "What about protecting me? You're the one who said I'm probably in danger of being captured by that council of lunatics. What about that?"

He swung his legs over the side and went nose to nose with her. "I'm the one who needs protection. From you."

She scowled back at him, steam coming from her ears, but said nothing.

He pushed up off the lounge. "I'm getting out of these wet clothes."

"No you're not. We're in the middle of a fight and you're not leaving." She swung her legs around just as he was rounding her seat and tripped him. Before he knew what was happening he was falling headfirst into the pool. When he came splashing above the surface she was looking at him, stunned.

"That does it," he growled.

She backed away. "It was an accident."

"I'll bet." He heaved himself up over the side and started toward her. "I may have drugged and kidnapped you, but I'm sick of being bashed in the head, kneed in my b.a.l.l.s, and now kicked into a pool."

"I didn't kick you," she stammered, glancing around for an escape.

"Like I said, I should have gone with my instincts the first time you maimed me."

Her mouth dropped and her eyes flew to his hands that he was flexing against his thighs. "You wouldn't da-"

"Oh yeah," he growled, "say it. Please, just say it once. Tell me that I wouldn't dare."

She made a dash for the hedges surrounding the pool and crawled underneath. He stepped back and then made a running leap for the other side. When he landed she was a few yards ahead of him and making a run for the nearest out building. He gained on her in seconds. With a sweep of his arm he s.n.a.t.c.hed her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"I'm going to enjoy- Agh!" She bit him. He dragged her off his shoulder and whipped her around so fast he was sitting with her over his knee before she could scream. He pulled her skirt up and made a gag out of it, tying it around her mouth so she couldn't bite him. She growled and punched at him as he feasted his eyes on her silky white bottom bucking and squirming over his knees. His c.o.c.k swelled in record speed.

Before she could punch him again, he pressed his forearm against her back while he grabbed both her wrists and wrapped his one hand around them, anchoring them together at her back. Then he spanked her bottom hard, leveling stinging slaps that had her jumping on his lap.

"That's for knocking me unconscious. Twice." The sound of her lush flesh smarting under his palm was immeasurably satisfying. She flailed, kicking her legs and growling what sounded like a string of wicked curses. He twisted his one leg over both of hers to keep her still.

"And these-" he slapped her again, five quick vicious spanks right in a row, "-are for my family jewels that might never recover."

She was choking and snarling so loud he was almost worried he had gagged her too tight. When he looked at her she had twisted around and was shooting daggers from her eyes. There was going to be h.e.l.l to pay when he finally let her up, but for now spanking her senseless was much too satisfying for him to resist.

"And this-" he smacked her with the full force of his palm, covering her fleshy mounds completely, one and then the other, "-is for biting me, I can't remember how many times."

She yanked her neck back and arched against him to no avail. He had her anch.o.r.ed solid, belly pressed right over his erection.

"And these-" he smoothed his palm over the satiny pink flesh, enjoying the heat that rose from her skin and feeling his c.o.c.k throb with each wriggle of her delicious bottom, "-are for wanting those men at the meeting to all f.u.c.k you at once." For that he leveled a string of short smacking spanks that had her flesh flushing a deep red.

He was hard as granite now, and he wanted her more than ever. While he stroked the smooth rounded flesh her m.u.f.fled curses turned to tiny moans. He slipped his fingers between her thighs and groaned when he met soft wet flesh. She shivered beneath his hand.

Cursing himself, he quickly untied her gag, expecting her to let loose a blast of expletives that even he'd never heard. He let her roll gently onto the gra.s.s beside him.

She pushed her hair off her face. "How can you say that?" He offered no resistance when she punched at his arm with a fury. "I never," she choked, "said that I wanted any of those men. You said it!" She slapped at him, with both hands now, and then sobbed.

His heart sank. "Jezermiah..." He reached for her. She came willingly, and let him take her into his arms and settle her onto his lap. "Don't cry." He smoothed tangles of hair from off her face. "I'm sorry." He lifted her skirt and ran his palms over her tender bottom. He could still feel the heat rise from her sensitive skin. She whimpered against his chest. "I don't want to fight with you," he murmured. "You just make me so crazy." He stroked the smarting flesh of her bottom.

"I won't be able to sit for weeks," she sniffed.

He cupped her bottom and felt the heat against his palms.

And then she licked him. Flat on his nipple and then trailed her tongue along his muscles as though tasting him. She sighed against him and snuggled in closer.

He had no will to resist her. He loved her. For now he would take whatever she had to offer.

She turned her face up to his. "I want you to come inside me." She slipped off his lap and lay back on her elbows along the soft cushion of gra.s.s. She slid her dress up to her waist and spread her legs. "I'm... I'm inviting you into my body, Adam," she said almost shyly.

Her p.u.s.s.y was glistening red, inviting him all on its own, the puffy lips so swollen her c.l.i.t all but disappeared.

"Please, Adam," she pleaded.

He went to her in a move as natural as breathing and eased her back, laying himself against her length. He cradled her face, smoothing her hair back and running his lips along her brows.

"Things will never be the same once I enter you."

"What things?"

His tongue fluttered along her eyelids while he eased the blunt head of his c.o.c.k between her soft plump lips. The feel of her was killing him. "Everything." He drew her knees up and eased in slowly, wanting to savor every inch. He groaned with the feel of her heat surrounding him.

She softened even more, opening to him in every way, her lithe body melting into his, molding to his strength.

"Please, Adam." She stroked down the bunched muscles of his chest, pulled tight with the need to control himself. "Let go, Adam, please."

"You don't understand, Jez." He hissed in a breath as he slid in deep. The tip of his c.o.c.k settled against her womb. He trembled with the need to control himself as he slipped out slowly.

"You fill me completely, Adam." She smoothed her hands down his back and then to his b.u.t.tocks, urging him back in. "Move. Let me feel your power."

"Oh G.o.d," he choked and thrust up into her, hard, hitting her womb then rearing back for another powerful stroke. He couldn't stop himself.

"Adam," she screamed. Her body tightened and then gripped him both within and without. As he continued to thrust with fast powerful strokes, her p.u.s.s.y clutched him deep, refusing to let him go, the pressure and the friction driving him higher. She scratched down his back, drawing blood and sobbing with each powerful contraction as her o.r.g.a.s.m consumed them both. And then he was pumping his seed into her in heavy pounding bursts.

The prairie let loose with a rush of wind that swept the landscape and swirled around them like a small tornado and in seconds they were plunged into darkness. The roar of the wind was so great in their ears that it mimicked a siren, blocking out all other stimuli.

And then as quick as it came, it calmed. The sky brightened and the wind became a gentle breeze that caressed them as they lay, limbs tangled together, hearts beating in unison, with his seed buried deep in her womb.

Soon after, gusts of wind kicked up as though nudging them to emerge from their sensual haze.

Still, he didn't want to slip out of her.

She clutched his b.u.t.tocks. "Stay, please."

He looked into eyes liquid with love, even if she herself was unaware.

"Are we still alive?" she said, her eyes blinking with uncertainty.

He smiled against her lips. "Barely," he murmured. "I think we might be in heaven."

Her eyes glistened with tears. "I think so, too."

The rains pounded his back. "Let's go inside."

He lifted her and soon they were back in the bedroom and he was drying her off.

She grabbed his wrist. "What happened out there, Adam?" she asked, her expression filled with both apprehension and wonder.

He framed her face in his hands. "What do you think happened, Jez?"

"I..." She cleared her throat. "I think we might have moved heaven and earth."

He rubbed his thumbs under her eyes. "Go on."

"I felt a psychic shift. As though we had fulfilled some destiny. It happened when you spilled your seed in me, Adam."

He smiled. "Maybe we did. Maybe we've realized our own destiny in each other."

"Do you believe that?" She circled his wrists.

"Yes, love." He pressed his lips to hers. "Yes, I do."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him back. "I do, too." She brushed her lips over his. "I'

m not afraid anymore, Adam," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I think I understand now."

He traced her lips with his thumb. "You understand what, love?"

"That love is more powerful that evil." She kissed his thumb. "With the love I have in my heart...for you, my great-grandfather's evil thoughts can't reach me."

His heart filled. "Yes." He kissed her with all the love he felt. "Yes, there's no room for hate in a heart filled with love."

"That's what my grandmother always said."

"She was right."

"But she also told me to be careful who I gave my heart to."

"She didn't want you to give your heart to a man who didn't love you, Jez. But I love you.

You believe that, don't you?"

She smiled. "Yes. As much as I believe now that we're meant to be together. And I'm not afraid to have your child." Her eyes grew wide. "Adam, I think that's what happened out there. I think we might have conceived a child."

"That's what I think happened. We might have conceived a very special child. But not because the child will be a psychic. But because it will have been conceived in love."

Her eyes grew wider in wonder.

He turned her toward the large picture windows. "Look."

A wind so fierce that it rocked the smaller outbuildings had captured the prairie. And the clouds seemed to be warring for s.p.a.ce. Had there been any trees, they would have been uprooted. The hiss of the wind tunneling through every corridor and bending around every corner grew louder, its power staggering.

Adam circled her waist from behind as they watched quietly the awesome spectacle nature played out right before their eyes.

He pressed his lips to her hair. "I love you, Jez. I know you don't understand that, but I've always loved you. It's just that it took me so long to find you."

She sighed. "I love it when you call me Jez. And I want to believe you. I'm trying, Adam. From this point on I'm leaving Jesse behind. Thank you, Adam."